Literature
Reach
Reach
He reached for her
His fingers curled and uncurled
Skidding across the soft sheets of the bed
But sheets, soft as they may be, were not what he was looking for
The muscles flexed in his hand and the veins underneath his skin bubbled and stretched along with him, making it all too visable to the naked eye
His neck had a dull throb from his unusual sleeping position
But then again it usually did, he was starting to think it was his mattress...
His spine popped and cracked and curled as he twitched and re-awakened his muscles
His bones growled out of their stillness as he forced them, too, to come alive again
And still he reach